And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

You gotta love someone (hey, yeah) You gotta love someone Ever since the day that I met you I knew you weren't the one But nothing ever stops me from forgetting Packing all my shit and moving on (hey, yeah) I don't know what you've been told Or what they

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now I ain't used to get it but I got it now You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin' Anything I want, I pull up in Two joints, that's double homicide Cop one for you and your friends Rolling papers two

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, now how ya like me now Got the shit goin' till six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

Southside on the track I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects Dick rock hard like a mouth test Hit it from the side, that's a side-effect I'm a Zone 6 nigga, now you're my bitch Slurpin' up the drank and it got side-effects Shit expensive,

You wanted me to be weak But when shit got bad, I was strong And now I flex up all day long I catch feelings way too quick But I lose them so much quicker My old girl's arse was thick But my new girl's arse is thicker I thought that I loved you but I was